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I start with a new project, then I lose the determination (grit) to see it through. As a gift to M3 (grand daughter) I crocheted a cap. Midway I lost interest in it. The pattern doesn’t look enticing to me. It reminds me of a cap I saw lying on a heap of similar ones on a cart in a bazaar.

I have lost time and effort on crocheting it. To undo it — it looks appealing.

I have unraveled it at last. Will I have the grit to begin again with a new pattern?

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I’m in the final stages of doll making for my three years old grand daughter M5. I made an initial mistake in not noticing that a contrast wool was needed for the dress. I didn’t look up the pattern properly, otherwise I wouldn’t have missed it.

Yesterday I stitched the doll’s hair to it’s head. The hair are not of uniform length. Some are short, while others long. M5 asked why her doll was having blue hair? Blue hair looked more pretty, and matched it’s shoes. Now M4 who is eight years old is asking for a similar doll. She is more into boyish pursuits, eternally following TJ (brother) around. I never thought she would be interested in a crocheted doll. I will have to find time to make one for her too.

Son was busy, and wasn’t free to go with me to the shops. I do need the contrast wool, a tapestry needle, buttons for the eyes, and red embroidery thread for making the mouth of the doll. I’m so used to Son accompanying me on drives for the past one year, I hesitate in driving alone.

My last haircut at the hands of a hair stylist didn’t end well. I had a go at my own hair after that catastrophe. The front look is tolerable, but the back view isn’t one I would like to show anyone. I am putting on a brave front. In the real sense it doesn’t matter, cause going out I cover my hair with a scarf, so no one sees my hair.

I aim to find a new hair stylist. I hope I have a better experience next time.

I have a lot of jigsaw puzzles on my iPad. Completing one puzzle is a must everyday. Nearly all of them are scenic places, castles and gardens.

How many cities have you lived? You can share the number of physical residences and/or the number of cities.

Have lived mainly in Houston, and Charlottesville, but have stayed with daughter in Riyadh, Troy, Cleveland, Indianapolis, Baltimore, Crozet, Boston, Raonoke, Michigan and Hartford.

Early life with late husband was Rajshahi, Sylhet, Dacca, Sialkot, Mangla, Lahore, Quetta, Abbotabad, Bannu and Peshawar. The city where my husband breathed his last was Rawalpindi.

Earlier life with both parents were in Mannsehra, Mardan and Kohat. After mother’s death my childhood spent with father was in Jhelum and Rawalpindi.

Optional Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

I am grateful to God in everything in my life in the past, in my present life and future. This week I am looking forward to completing a doll for my three year old granddaughter. One leg and the dress are still to be crocheted.

I collected yarns for my projects. I couldn’t resist them. Many are still there in the huge trunk upstairs. While downsizing in 2012, the year my husband died, I didn’t have the heart to throw them away. Someday (I feel the day won’t ever come) I may use them.

Or maybe on day my children would empty the trunk (once I’m gone), and throw them away.

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Envelope Pushers
by Ben Huberman
When was the last time you took a risk (big or small), and pushed your own boundaries — socially, professionally, or otherwise? Were you satisfied with the outcome?

My cousin Z had come for a week long visit, accompanied by her husband, and two kids. We showed them around Quetta, and then took them to Ziarat for further sight seeing.

There was a day left of their vacation when Z decided to learn crochet from me. She wanted to learn after seeing my shawls. I gave her a crochet hook, and wool to learn the basic stitches.

She drove me nuts while learning to double crochet, half treble, and treble. 😩. She would forget the extra loop, and couldn’t differentiate between the three of them. She couldn’t seem to remember which was which.

We went to see them off at the airport. Those were the good old days when there weren’t any security problems. You could wave off your guests at the tarmac. Meanwhile Z kept busy with learning treble, and half treble in the departure lounge.

She got another day with us. The flight was cancelled, and our guests came back home with us. Z said, “this treble has been a big trouble.”